See the sun dies inside while the people play their games. They never notice the sunspots that appear like the scars of a fear upon his sad face. See the sun dies outside of the window where few dare to look. They never notice as he slowly turns his head and fades away; they're too busy explaining its evils to unsympathetic ears. They never notice as he takes his last breath and then is nothing more. With the suicide of a sun, the world has changed. There is only artificial light now; there are only shadows lurking by the door. The sky has turned into a broken clock forever set a little past midnight, never ticking, only waiting until the one day someone might take notice. The people never do.